Chapter 2The Sweetness of Revenge

Dinner was cooked by Liam.

For a young, successful man like him to be willing to cook was truly rare.

Even my usually picky mother was full of praise.

They all seemed to envy me for having the vast majority of Liam's love and his complete tolerance. I only had to frown, and Liam could make whatever I disliked disappear forever.

He carefully cut my steak for me, and I lowered my eyes, taking small, slow bites.

His phone kept lighting up. I instinctively reached for it, and he, thinking I wanted the wine from his glass, thoughtfully handed it to me.

When he saw I was reaching for his phone, he just smiled, picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, and then handed the phone to me.

"Wife, it's rare for you to check up on me." The smile in his eyes was genuine.

Liam never really hid his "understanding companions" from me. It was probably because the men around him behaved far worse than he did.

He gave his wife total respect, consideration, and always put me first.

Moreover, even my own parents each had their own separate lives outside. I knew for a fact they had several illegitimate children.

My mother didn't have a son, so she chose a relatively decent illegitimate son to inherit the family business. He respected my mother and was quite protective of me, his sister.

In old-money families, fidelity is a joke.

No matter how gentle the surface appears, the bones are rotten.

I unlocked the phone. I couldn't find Chloe anymore. I understood; after offending me, Liam wouldn't let her off easily.

Scrolling further down, I saw Mia. She had been by Liam's side for a while now. I had heard of her—a submissive, obedient type. When she saw me, she acted like a frightened quail.

She kept her head as low as possible.

Liam was very satisfied with her tactfulness, so she was getting good resources now. A few days ago, I even saw her at a jewelry exhibition.

I attended as Mrs. Sterling. Liam sat to my right, and Mia, wearing a diamond necklace, sat opposite us, essentially displaying that necklace to me.

I glanced at it a couple of times, and Liam bought it.

Mia thanked me softly. She was very tactful, didn't stay long, and certainly didn't flaunt her status in my face.

That night, Liam even sensed my displeasure and whispered in my ear, "Don't like her? I'll swap her for someone else right away."

The affection in his eyes was real. Whatever I disliked, he could discard.

I smiled, my eyes curving. "Liam, aren't you being a bit too sensitive?"

Ever since we were little, I called him by his full name. When we were young, I would sit behind him on his bike, the wind blowing his shirt like a sail, and I would press my cheek against his back.

It smelled like sunshine.

It was the fluttering of a young heart.

It was the budding of love.

Liam patted my hand. The lighting was dim, but his tone was sweet: "Abby, I often think about the path we've walked together."

I didn't say a word, just stared silently into the distance.